Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 3rd Chapter

"From now on you'll stay here. All your needs and monthly expenses I will bear," said Rafka. Salsa was just silent, her eyes were more interested in paying attention to every corner of the room she would occupy. This room is more outside of the contract he occupies.

"I have to go to Bali. Take care of yourself." Rafka again uttered his words.

"But this apartment is too big for me, sir," Salsa replied. However, it does not cover his admiration for this luxury apartment unit.

"You just need to get used to living here." Rafka turned her body and stepped out of the room.

"But..are we going to be like married couples in general? We got married because of an accident, are we going to get divorced after the child I'm carrying now, was born?"

Rafka stopped her footsteps. He closed his eyes for a moment. Salsa stared at the wide back of her husband who was glued to the spot. It is not without reason that asks, He is only afraid to put great hope in this marriage, which in fact is only a temporary marriage.

"We go first." After saying that Rafka moved from her place leaving Salsa who was staring at her husband's departure with a gaze that implied something.

The woman rubbed the surface of her flat belly covered in a white dress. He went back into the room.  Tidy up and put his clothes and belongings that are partly under Arjo from his rented house to the apartment.

Salsa let out a heavy sigh and a look of eyes that looked adorable." I'm sorry, Mom. I have failed to keep something very precious in me and now I must marry without asking for mother's blessing." - Salsa and a hoarse-sounding voice. Clear crystals fell on his right cheek along with a tightness that gripped his chest tightly.

While Rafka has left the apartment to go to the airport. Maybe for two days he was there. There was a bit of relief in his mind after his sir's marriage to Salsa was over. It was not without reason that He so readily consented to this marriage, He was only afraid that Salsa would complain of his depraved attitude to Azkiya. Even though he did it unconsciously.

"Oh my God." murmured Rafka rubbed his face rough. And it had been a few times that the man let out a heavy sigh.

While Arjo who focused on driving the car glanced at Rafka from the car glass.

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"Where's Rafka?" elsa asked who entered her son's house. The middle-aged woman came alone with the driver in between.

"Mas Rafka left for Bali this morning because of work, Bun," replied Azkiya who did not fade his friendly smile to the in-laws. Elsa mangosteen heard Azkiya's reply.

The middle-aged woman sat herself on the living room sofa. His eyes rolled to every corner of the room in the house.

"Have you checked with your obstetrician?" ask Elsa. Azkiya.

"Already, Bun, and the doctor said everything's fine."

"If everything's fine why didn't you get pregnant until now, Az? Previously Mother wanted to apologize for saying things that might hurt your heart. But you know for yourself, don't you, Rafka is the only child of Mother. Mommy really wants a granddaughter of the two of you, who will certainly be the heir."

Azkiya squeezed the dress she was wearing hearing her in-laws statement. This is what she doesn't like, always questioning about pregnancy. Questions that always end up stifling the chest and heartache.

"Mother knows you've been trying, but it's been three years but there's been no results at all. And yesterday Rafka said he wanted to adopt a child, is that right?"

Azkiya shook his head quickly with a frowning forehead." Mas Rafka didn't say anything to me about child adoption."

Elsa was silent for a moment.

"Mother wants to go to the upper room first," said Elsa decided to chat them both. The middle-aged woman moved her feet towards the stairs. She always hoped Azkiya would bring happy news about her pregnancy but it was all just wishful thinking.

Azkiya looked at his father-in-law figure who was starting to disappear from the sight of his eyes. His thin hands rubbed his flat stomach." When are you in my stomach?" he said full of pain.

The woman rubbed rough the free-falling tears from her reddened eye patch.

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Rafka inhaled deeply into the air supply until it filled his chest. He walked to the balcony of his hotel which tonight will be inaugurated. He had just arrived in Bali and immediately headed to his hotel.

"My father's suitcase put it here?" arjo.

"Yes, just put it there" replied Rafka who looked at home standing on the balcony while enjoying the beach view." I'm asking you to keep my series' marriage to Salsa a secret."

Arjo looked at Rafka with a look that implied something. Rafka turned her back and now looked towards her assistant.

"I don't want to hurt Azkiya's feelings. And I believe you can keep this a secret."

Arjo nodded." Sure, Mister. You don't have to worry about this."

Rafka is back to the beach. The man's face looked flat but his head was so noisy about the problem he was facing right now. Especially hearing the complaints of the wife who has not been pregnant. Both of her parents expected her grandchildren.

He thought of Salsa.

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